Title: Shotgun Serenade

Chapter: 5/?

Series: Teen Wolf, MTV

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

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Warnings: Violence, Sexual Content, Language, Child Abuse

Disclaimer: I own the Original Characters. Everything else belongs to the copyrighted owners.

Pairings: Stiles/OFC Scott/Allison

Feedback: Reviews get happy notes in return! This has been bugging my brain so let me know if it's awful. Haha.

Tinker187: Furor is one of my favorites, personality wise. He's such a rollercoaster. Beau is my favorite male OC though. Glad you enjoy the story, and we're slowly getting there. Hehe.

A/N: Trying to tie into the storyline as best as I can. Probably sucks, so bare with me. Haha. On a side note this is basically a filler chapter so I can skip over the bus incident, and get a few important side facts out of the way. For Derek fans… He will be in the next chapter, I'm gonna skip straight to the next episode [Magic Bullet] for the sake of time and all that.

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There was something uniquely odd about Beau's current state of dress. His hot pink hair was lost under a dusty black fedora, crocodile teeth tucked and sewed upon the band at its base. Tight black leather pants clinging to his body as he strode up the stairs with ease, bare footed and grinning like a trouble maker that had just pulled a brilliant prank. Swinging open Lyca's bedroom door without even bothering to knock, he never knocked anyways… He called out to the pair curled up in the bed in different states of undress. "Breakfast! Hurry up, you shall be late for your education. Mon ami… You're drooling on the pillow." Slapping his hand against the door repeatedly to rouse the pair.

"Nnn… Ten more minutes… Sleepy." Lyca groaned out burying her face against Stiles neck as the pair tried to fight the sound attempting to wake them. Falling back into a soft slumber as the sound suddenly died away, Beau's retreating footsteps had her mumbling softly as she snuggled closer to Stiles with a smile.

"Is he always this loud?" Stiles groaned out in tired fashion, he was sore all over from the previous day's work. He could hear someone messing around inside of the room, a soft hissing sound drawing him to turn over. The wide jaws of a ten foot crocodile had his heart slamming against his ribs in a panic as he nearly leapt over Lyca in his haste to get away. "The fuck is that!"

"This… Is Rupert." Beau grinned straddling the crocodiles back as he scratched the large reptiles' sides with his dull fingernails. A hard slap to the animals side had it hissing again as it threw its head to the left to get a look at Beau. A brilliant smile lighting up against the elder teens eyes as he purred out a reply, "He's a crocodile from Louisiana."

"So you brought it here!" Stiles pressed his bare back against the wall as he tried to stay away from the hissing creature. Glancing down at Lyca as she slept on he offered a curious look towards Beau. "Does it bite…"

"Took off a small child's leg back home when he was just a year old… He's very friendly. Go ahead and pet him, mon ami." Beau smiled scratching the crocodile between its eyes, reaching down a little farther to scratch at its nose. Raising a pierced brow at Stiles. "Mon cher… I'm going to feed your lover to Rupert if you don't awake soon."

"Fine… I'm up. Jesus… Ten minutes is apparently too much to ask." Lyca sat up with a grunt, glaring at her cousin in distaste.

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"I'll be taking you two to school… Scott disappeared into the night. There's been an accident at the school so I've been instructed by Furor not to let either of you out of my sight." Beau tilted his head to look over his shoulder as he mixed up the pancake batter, eyeing the pair of grumbling teens with amusement as he chuckled. "It appears that Scott's alpha is moving again… Furor went to investigate."

"He can't… He's still got pending assault charges, he's not allowed to work." Lyca grumbled resting her head on the palm of her right hand as she propped herself up slightly. Brushing her foot against Stiles' calf as the pair sat on bar stools behind the island watching Beau work his magic. The pair looking at each other quietly before Lyca smiled to herself, nibbling on her lower lip.

"All charges were dropped last night. I have to head up to the school to help with the investigation… I am warden after all… A little false investigating won't hurt the cause." Beau poured out some pancakes on the griddle as he spoke. Leaning against the kitchen counter as he watched the mixture slowly cook, glancing back towards the pair.

"We know it's not an animal… So why are you going to try to investigate?" Lyca gave a look of confusion before something hit her. "Wait! Scott left in the middle of the night? Does Furor think Scott did this?"

"It's quite possible, mon cher. Furor suspects that the alpha may be trying to recruit Scott to his cause… We have no evidence for sure, so all we can do is wait. A small investigation of the attacker is all we will attempt. As long as I can prove it to be an alien creature I'll have the ability to openly hunt our rouge." Beau mused thoughtfully as he flipped the pancakes, reaching over to open a cupboard to draw out a pair of blue plates. Pressing his spatula against the golden top of one of the pancakes he sighed. "We need to bring him down before the Argents can."

"So we can protect him?" Lyca asked in a quiet voice, slowly bringing her eyes up to meet the hard emerald gaze of her cousin.

"So we may end his days… He's a danger to our kind, mon cher. It pains all of us. But we must protect our own." Beau spoke in the gentlest tone he could bring from his own throat, Cajun drawl tugging at each and every word. Turning his emerald eyes back to his task he dished up the food before frowning softly. "Eat up and dress, mon ami… It will be a long day for us all."

"So… Werewolves kill their own?" Stiles inquired in a quiet voice, gazing between the pair.

"Doesn't every species?" Lyca asked absently before taking a huge bite of pancakes, nudging Stiles leg with her foot again as she chewed slowly. Completely unphased by the crocodile hissing not even five feet away.

"Do you have to keep that in here!" Stiles finally broke

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Beau slammed the door of his mud caked jeep shut as he parked in the school parking lot. Black leather vest hanging open as he licked at his lower lip piercings for a moment before adjusting his hat, eyes falling on the gathering cop cars and ambulances. Looking at the teens he just watched them for a moment. "Mon cher… You two should get to class, I'm going to go help Furor and the others."

"You can hear what they're saying, right?" Stiles grinned at Lyca as he reached out hooking a finger in one of the pant loops on her shorts as he tugged her a little closer. The position was almost innocent except for the fact they were standing so close together. Leaning forward to kiss her softly as he smiled.

"Oh, yeah…" Lyca pulled back for a moment before wrapping her arms around Stiles neck, drawing closer as she heatedly kissed him back. It was less awkward than it had been the night before. Smiling into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Focusing her attention past the smoldering kiss as she listened into the conversation near the bus.

Beau held up his identification as he neared the taped off area around the bus. Purring out with his heavy Cajun accent, "Beau Ulrich… Fish and Game Warden. I have reason to believe your mountain lion isn't actually a lion at all, mon ami. I'd like to see if I can get a few samples from the crime scene if you officers are done."

Sherrif Stilenski stared at Beau for a moment. "What's with the Crocodile Dundee get up?"

"This is how I dress… Are your officers done with the scene?" Beau stiffened as he felt heat practically boiling against his back, stepping to the side as he picked a hand up to hold his hat in place as he tilted his head up. Eyes narrowing at Furor as he held up his badge.

"U.S. Marshal. Furor Hurst… I've been assigned to help your department with… Whatever the hell this is. What the hell are you looking at faggot? We all know it's not an animal…" Furor sneered from behind his sunglasses, jacket stretching tight across his shoulders as he stood glared down at the other male. Tugging the glasses down slightly. "I need access to all of the evidence you've collected, we can talk down at your station…"

"I'd still like to see if there is a hair sample… It would be helpful to ruling out an animal offender, Marshal." Beau sneered, fighting the urge to smile. This little game was their way of annoying the hell out of people until they got what they needed. Pulling his hat off as a female officer passed he just offered her a smile.

"… Marshal Hurst was it? I'll need to speak with your supervisor before I can authorize you to look at any of the evidence we've collected. Warden… Take one of my officers with you and see if you can find whatever you're looking for. I want a report on my desk in three days." Sherriff Stilenski pinched the bridge of his nose. This was starting to aggravate him.

"Will do, mon ami." Beau smirked at Furor as if he'd just won some sort of bet, sneering at him after a moment before ducking under the tape as he slid his hat back on.

"Lame… They're trying to twist your daddy around their manipulative little fingers." Lyca finally murmured nibbling Stiles lower lip, fingers running through his hair as she grinned against his lips as he murmured something unintelligible right back. "Mmm… Class?"

"Don't really want to…" Stiles groaned out resting his forehead against hers as he let out a ragged breath. "Want to pull the fire alarm?"

"My brother would kill me… And we have a science project that we're starting today. I'll have a reason to bring you home, if you're not busy." Lyca placed one last kiss against his lips before parting ways as the first bell rang. Groaning out as she parted from him, kissing his cheek before striding away from the jeep.

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"Where's your friend, mon ami?" Beau asked as Lyca slammed the front door of the house, glancing over the couch and away from his laptop.

"Don't know… Where's Micah? I'm going to kill him. He slashed Stiles tires again." Lyca growled out narrowing her eyes. His childish antics were starting to piss her off. Gritting her teeth as they started to ache, fingers throbbing as her nails lengthened. Stiles had disappeared with Scott without an explanation; he was supposed to meet to talk about the science project. Yet he was god only knew where.

"Micah's in the basement with Furor… Mon ami is rather angry with him. Micah over stepped his lines. Does your lover not find himself fit to spend time with you?" Beau asked as the basement door slammed open, Furor crossing the floor towards the open kitchen as blood slid down his flesh. Neither of the pair that had been talking spoke up of their interest in what he'd been doing.

"Don't feed him." Furor growled out as he tore a water bottle from the fridge. "I have to head down the police department… Everyone is to stay here. I want a patrol out tonight, before midnight. You will lead it Beau, speed and efficiency. Take whoever you see fit."

"I'm going to go study…" Lyca announced stepping over the crocodile sleeping at the foot of the stairs as she made her way up towards her room, cell phone finally vibrating as she opened her bedroom door. Slipping it from her pocket she glanced at the Razor with distaste. She really needed a new phone, she decided as she picked it up practically singing as she answered, "Hurst Sex Toy Incorporated. State your fetish!"

"Not how most people would answer a phone… Sorry, I got caught up in… Crazy shit. I know I said I'd come over, but I… Can't really do it right now. I have to head over to Scott's to deal with something. I'll call you later." Stiles sounded stressed, the soft sound of a car running in the background had her frowning.

"Who's car are you in?" Lyca inquired flopping down on her bed, rolling over on her back as Navajo gave a soft snore. The wolf curled up hind leg twitching fitfully as he dreamed. Reaching over she scratched behind his ear.

"Doesn't matter… I have to go." The phone clicked off before she could say anything, before she could even open her mouth to protest.

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Nothing much could be pried from Scott or Stiles over the next few days, the attacks tension slowly easing from the school as time went on. Lyca leaned against Stiles locker glaring at him seriously. "You still haven't answered me…"

"I was with Derek Hale." Stiles finally admitted, breathing out a sigh as Lyca seemed determined to hold it above his head. Seemingly satisfied she moved as he reached for his locker, eyeing her as she just gaped at him.

"Derek Hale… Why does Scott even know him?" The name rolled off of her tongue like poison. She could still remember when she'd first met Derek as a toddler. The brooding male had flipped her skirt when she'd smarted off to him. There had never really been any forgiveness between the pair as years past.

"Long story." Stiles quipped as he shut his locker. Realizing she wasn't going to let it go he sighed. "We thought that Derek was the one that bit him…"

"But he wasn't." Lyca finished. Looking at the ground for a minute she looked up at him curiously. "So the Alpha?"

"That's what we're both thinking. I'm coming over today… Promise. No werewolf emergencies… I swear." Stiles reached out, fingers brushing her waist as he softly kissed her. Eyes sparkling with amusement as she growled at him.

"Break that promise and I'll hunt you down… Got it?" Lyca saw some sort of realization flicker across Stiles face.

"Wait a second… You know Derek Hale?" Stiles chocked out as he backed up a step or two. Someone slamming shoulders with him, snarling for him to pay attention as he just ignored them. Eyes searching Lyca's for an answer a she got extremely silent.

"We go way back… And none of its good." Lyca gave him a smart ass smile before wheeling around on her heel, tugging her furry headphones up over her ears as she strode off.